Thriller Stories Novels & Stories

Juliette had heard these horror stories from the previous receptionist. As she got closer to the door, she heard a thud as if he had thrown his shoe at the wall. He threw things, but most often his shoes, she’d learned. She bit her lip at the thought that at least it wasn’t an employee’s head. In the brief silence that followed the thud, she slowly opened the door to his office. He was still on the phone and beckoned her to enter. She shut the door behind her and began to lay out the lunch that she had brought on the long table mostly covered in papers by his desk.

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?

BEFORE YOU READ You have ten seconds to run. Tropes: Forced proximity, size difference, breeding kink, and primal chase play. This story features a fugitive criminal fueled by adrenaline and testosterone invading your safe space. Expect dirty talk, roughness, and intense possessiveness. (***) Belle I never should have opened the door to fear. Or maybe, deep down, I was always waiting for it.

Sarah had texted Daniel an hour earlier: “Pick up milk, bread, and whatever else we need. Ethan’s tagging along—he needs stuff for his new apartment.” That was the official story. The real story started three months ago in the guest bedroom after too much wine at Sarah’s birthday dinner. A late-night kitchen raid turned into hands under shirts, mouths crashing together in the dark pantry while Sarah slept upstairs. Since then it had been stolen moments—quick handjobs in the garage, blowjobs in Ethan’s car in the driveway, once even a frantic fuck on the laundry room floor while Sarah was at yoga. Never enough. Never safe. Always hungry.

"It is almost sweet how mad you got." "Have some self-respect, Annabelle," I snapped, turning a cold glare onto her face. "He just called you a trophy, admitted he does not care about you, and joked about passing you to me like an object." "Do you really think I care about his respect, Hillian?" she whispered, stepping straight into my personal space until her chest was nearly touching mine. She reached up, running her soft fingers lightly over my collarbone. "I knew what I was getting into when I signed the papers. His opinion means nothing to me."

-Look Antonio, I'm not interested in that, so give me the money I'm demanding or I'll go and ask her for it, I'm not interested in what happens after that, and whatever amount we agree on must be in writing. Antonio, extremely annoyed, said to her: -For God's sake ma'am, you can't do that with you, so let's speak clearly as you say. -Of course, of course Antonio, until you understand. -Well ma'am, this conversation and your threats in which you want to blackmail me at the expense of your daughter's health, is recorded so I'm going to put you in jail, I'm going to denounce you and you will spend the next few years in jail.

These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloomily, casting an eye on the mountains. The sub-inspector gave a stiff nod and carefully studied the inspector who seemed to be lost in contemplation. ‘From what I have seen, murders are of two types,’ said the inspector, the tips of his fingers coming together. ‘First are the unplanned ones, committed by people who were suffocated in some way by the acts of the would-be victims. When they see an opportunity, their fear is eclipsed by the pain they have suffered and they strike.’

"Your pussy will pay for what you did today for a long, long time." A shudder ran down Emma's spine. She should be scared of this guy she stabbed and he was still issuing threats. Who still had the strength to fuck her to orgasm while bleed. But she wasn't afraid. She was excited. She couldn't wait for what Romero would do to her next.

I lived for the idea of them. The thought of being pinned beneath an immortal body, feeling those icy fingers slide over my heated skin, the sudden sharp sting of fangs sinking deep into my neck, followed by that forbidden rush of pleasure so intense it bordered on agony… it haunted my dreams and ruined every ordinary man who ever tried to touch me. My friends had long since given up. Every time I brought up another dark romance, another obscure vampire lore theory, another fantasy where the heroine begged to be drained while she came undone, they would groan and roll their eyes.

Thud. Someone is in there, she thought, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. A thief. They broke in while I was dreaming. They’re looking for my passport, my jewelry, my life. She lay perfectly still, her breath shallow and jagged. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to bolt for the door, to scream until her lungs gave out, but terror had turned her limbs to lead. She was paralyzed by the sheer proximity of another presence. She did the only thing a girl of her disposition could do: she squeezed her eyes shut and forced her breathing into a slow, rhythmic pattern. She pretended to be a corpse, hoping the intruder would take what they wanted and leave her life intact